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Lanes are closed.

We're not actually here for bowling.

You don't wanna bowl?

No, no. Sadly not.

Why are you here?

We were just wondering if you had an emergency phone we could use.

You mean a pay phone?

That'd be perfect, yeah. Thank you.

You don't have phones?

No, it's a really long story.

We do have a pay phone. By the lanes.

- Great. Can we just go-- - No.

- It'll just take a moment. - Nah. We're closing up. Sorry.

What's that then?

Was that a bribe?

- No. - No.

We were just wondering if we could maybe rent a lane really quickly?

Not possible.

- It'll take two minutes, mate. Come on. - Yeah, it's out of my hands, mate.

The register locks electronically at close and after that,

no man born from his mother can open it.

"No man b..."

What? Sorry, what is the problem if we just use it for two minutes and...

What is wrong? What...

I'm sorry. It's just...

My brother... He...

He's not in his right mind and we've lost him and he...

He should have been back at the hospital by now and we just...

We're just really worried that he might... he might do something to himself.

Sorry.

It's all right.

It's really hard.

You know, the ease with which you lie is actually quite sociopathic.

What, like an agent? Like a secret agent?

No wonder you never made it back to the Park.

Please enter your code.

Please leave a message and an operator will return your call.

This is Baker, Agent 4496. Access code Lima Alpha 719.

With a message for First Desk, Diana Taverner.

Christ sake.

Evening. Could I trouble you for the use of your toilet?

For fuck's sake. We're closed, yeah?

People keep coming in. The opening hour--

Coins. Coins. I need coins.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck.

River, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

You fucking shot me.

Can you move?

Okay. Come on.

She's fucking relentless.

Sid, just forget it. They're armed, okay? Let's just run.

No, just stay down.

Sid, you're shaking.

Okay. Well, then let me do it. Just let me do it.

- No. What are you doing? - You're shaking.

- Just let me do it! - River, stop!

- Fuck! - Fuck me!

- Coe! - Come on!

Come on.

Come on.

- Where's the... Where's the keys? - What?

Ch-Check in there.

Where's the fucking... Coe, come on!

Keys, keys, keys, keys.

- I drive. - Give me the keys!

- My car, I drive. - Give me the fucking keys!

- I'm sat in the front! Give me the keys. - My keys, my car. I drive.

- I got here first! I'm lit... Fucking hell. - Don't be crazy. Just get in the back.

This is ridiculous. Just give...

For fuck's sake. Okay.

Why's-- Fuck. What the...

Go, go, go. Go, go.

What are you fucking doing? Just drive!

Possible collision. Please check your surroundings.

Oh, my God, Coe. Drive forward.

Surrounded by losers

Misfits and boozers

Hanging by your fingernails

You made one mistake You got burned at the stake

You're finished, you're foolish You failed

There's always a hope On this slippery slope

Somewhere a ghost of a chance

To get back in that game

And burn off your shame

And dance with the big boys again

You made them open after hours. I'm flattered.

Feels different at night.

So...

So?

Did you see?

See what?

The head of MI5...

Oh, that.

Skewered and wriggling like a worm on a hook on live, national TV.

Tell me you didn't love it.

It's not me you have to impress.

The people that matter, did they see it?

And?

And they were...

pleased.

As in?

You're not quite there yet.

I want that contract.

- I know. - No, no.

I want that contract.

So if they want me to jump through hoops...

just show me the fucking hoops.

Well, actually...

there is something.

We'd like you to make a house call.

I'm looking for Reece Nesmith.

You're American.

That's right. I'm seconded.

Joint operations.

You people wanna get your shit together. Start talking to each other.

Your colleague's already been.

Reece tried to do a runner, poor sod, but they caught him out the back.

I'm sensing that we didn't win hearts and minds here.

Your associate was not a very nice person. Not very nice at all.

He was a filthy bugger and all.

Looked like he'd just crawled out of a skip.

He a white guy?

About my age? Long, greasy hair?

You know him, do you?

Oh, yeah. I know him.

I apologize for his behavior

and I-I want you to know he's one of the best.

Reece is in safe hands.

All right.

Sorry to bother you. You have a good night.

All right, enjoy your secondment.

You know what they used to say.

Overpaid, oversexed, and over here.

If only. If only.

Jay, it's Frank.

I'm looking to hire some talent.

Or two. As of now.

An error of judgment or a long-overdue change in culture?

On a day in which MI5 head Diana Taverner

stepped out of the shadows and into the spotlight,

we'll be talking to security expert Nat Gray and PR guru Cissy Hyde-Price.

We'll ask what that interview tells us about the state of Britain's

Security Services.

And should more public figures be putting themselves up for scrutiny?

Just fuck off.

It's nice to see you too.

Now, this is Reece. His dad was murdered yesterday.

- Go on. - My dad was a Dog.

You sacked him last week.

You're Andy Nesmith's son?

Yeah, he was a prick. You don't have to pretend you liked him.

Well, I wouldn't say he was a prick.

- Frank Harkness... - He was.

...is doing a cleanup job for someone and I'd like to know who.

Frank Harkness? What's that got to do with me?

Well, you were right about Struan Loy.

Turns out his barbecuing was nonconsensual.

His dad stole a file with the Slow Horses names in it.

Now he's dead and my joes are being hunted.

Dad had a burner phone with one number on it.

We're gonna call that number, say that I saw the murder,

demand a hundred grand to keep quiet.

You're gonna use a kid as bait?

He prefers to be called a young person.

Look, um, I'm really sorry for what's happened to you.

- Okay? That's really awful. - Yeah.

But no, this is insane.

I am really disappointed.

I... I thought there was more to you.

Come on, Reece. She's not gonna help.

For Christ's sake, fine. I will go to the meet.

No, no. No, I'm doing that.

Well, I'm not a babysitter.

- I don't need babysitting. - I wasn't talking about you.

- Can we come in? - Yep.

Yes?

My name is Reece Nesmith.

You had my father murdered in cold blood and I have evidence of the act.

How old are you?

Sixteen.

Twenty-nine.

Look, he was a shit dad and I don't want justice.

All I want is a hundred grand to keep quiet.

I'll be at...

The Shake Shack in Camden.

In one hour.

Be there.

N-No, wrong number.

What in the holy fuck was that?

I'm hungry.

Fucking hell.

- Yeah? - Your witness has my fucking number.

He just called me.

Yeah, well, he's now with a man called Jackson Lamb.

What does that mean?

Means we're gonna need a bigger boat.

I'm already on it.

So what does he want?

He wants a hundred grand to keep quiet about his father's death.

He's gonna be at the Shake Shack in Camden in an hour.

I need you to make this go away.

He won't--

Yeah, fuck you too.

What do you want?

Come on. Can't be the first time you've had a man knocking on your door

in the middle of the night.

Any chance we could do this inside?

No.

Okay, fine.

You're gonna receive a phone call later tonight.

It's not gonna come through the official channels.

You're going to take it.

Or else?

Or...

Or else we follow up our interview,

which by the way, has been rewatched several hundred thousand times,

with an in-depth piece on how we were effectively able to buy you.

I have given you what you want.

Now get off my doorstep, you slimy little man.

Okay, but you'll take the call.

Are we there yet?

Are you feeling faint?

No. No, I'm fi... I'm-I'm fine.

- We should stop. - We should stick to the plan.

- No-- - Yeah, he's right.

Well, the plan doesn't involve you passing out from blood loss.

Sid, I'm fine. I'm fine.

There's services in half a mile. Can we stop there?

- I am fine. - You're not.

And we should keep off the roads. It's where they'll be looking.

They say you should take out the battery,

but these new handsets don't let you.

One doesn't appreciate one's level of dependency till one has to do without.

We're all missing the vibrate function, Moira.

- Don't be childish. - We should get rid of them.

- Says who? - She's probably right.

Well, she's not in charge. We're the ones rescuing her.

From the back seat?

You lost my vote for team captain

when you left to go on holiday to fucking Bali.

It was actually a retreat.

- "Retreat." Course it was. - What's that supposed to mean?

- Did you find yourself? - I did. I had a great time.

Why does it bother you so much?

Is your head too far up your own arse?

Do let's not bicker when we should support each other. Girl power.

Do be quiet, Moira. Do.

Second that.

There you are. Something we both agree on.

Victory for feminism.

Why don't we turn one of our phones on and send it in the wrong direction?

That's rather a brilliant idea.

Fine. Moira's phone.

Oh, absolutely not.

If it fell into the wrong hands,

I could be looking at a significant personal security breach.

My mother is very vulnerable and she'd trust anyone purporting to be me.

Says the woman who let in two assassins.

Well, we're not using mine. I haven't finished paying for it.

Hands up who's got a company phone.

No way.

It's not even yours. Why not?

Because of your tone.

My tone? You're the one rubbing your new career in our faces like a shit pie.

- How am I doing that? - This isn't helping.

What we need is an equitable system for...

Too much talking.

My service weapon. You'll need it.

All I need are my dashing good looks.

He'll be armed. You know that.

Well, wont... won't you need a gun if you're gonna kill him?

Kill who?

The man who murdered my fucking dad.

Nobody's killing anybody.

You said you'd get him.

Yeah, get.

Not kill.

I'm gonna find out who he's working for.

Yeah.

Don't wait up.

I thought you'd gone home.

Oliver. What do you want?

I've been doing some due diligence.

A little belatedly, perhaps.

It seems that not long ago a woman was found dead in the Russian city of Kazan.

Shot.

A robbery gone tragically wrong.

Except the woman in question was a GRU agent.

We'd identified her as part of a Novichok team

responsible for the deaths of British citizens on British soil,

which makes it look less like an accident and more like retaliation.

I've never even been to Kazan.

Now don't be facetious.

You had neither the money nor the authorization

to mount such an operation.

Well, then it can't have been me, can it?

An extraordinary meeting of the Oversight and Limitations Committee

has been convened first thing.

They will expect answers.

No one is unaccountable, Diana.

No one.

Boss.

I thought I ordered two of you.

Sorry. Sorry.

I was just taking a...

I got held up.

He was nervous meeting you. And it went to his gut.

Fuck off.

It won't happen again. Being late.

That's not who I am.

Do you guys work together all right?

We had a job lined up and then you called, so we called it off.

Good to know where you stand on loyalty.

They were no one.

You're Frank Harkness.

I guess I am.

So what are we doing?

Where's Reece?

He's busting a shit.

Hey, do you think it takes people like him longer?

To you know...

What are you talking about?

Well, look, I don't wanna assume anything, but he's been in there quite a while.

- And? - "And?"

And don't you think it'd be more disableist to think he hadn't fallen in

when all the while he's been in there struggling to get out the bowl?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What?

Reece? Are you all right?

Here.

Yeah, if this is standard core, I can kick it in. Stand back.

Okay, you stop it. You'll break my door. Reece?

- Shit. - He's gone!

This taken?

Well, it is now.

You come here often?

I had a date.

But you're quite a bit older than the guy I was expecting.

Yeah, well, you're not looking so fresh yourself, Frank.

You know, I saw you once in Berlin.

I had you tailed for a couple of days.

I know.

I know you know.

You had a different name then.

Yeah.

Was that my Bowie period?

My God. We used to run the world, you and I.

Christ's sake, look at us now,

couple of sad has-beens in the ass-end of nowhere.

Fucking hell.

Are you like this on all of your first dates?

You need a more positive mindset.

Too little time, too much to do.

Like whacking my joes?

We still hadn't finished redecorating after the last time.

Don't tell me Nesmith was ever one of yours?

So...

you're losing agents, and you thought it was me.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.

Did they get anyone I know?

Who are you working for?

Well, since you ask so nicely--

Tell me who you're working for, I'll let you walk out of here.

You're an old marionette, Lamb.

Strings are being pulled

but the hand in the dark's not yours anymore.

Well, look who's here.

Caught him spying outside.

Spying outside? Take a seat.

My God. These Slow Horses are getting younger every day.

Says the man who trained his kids to be assassins.

You're a piece of shit.

Well, he's got quite the mouth on him too.

Yeah, it comes out the other end as well.

He had this on him too.

He came with intent, huh?

Okay. Here's what's gonna happen.

We're all gonna stand up, and walk out of here together, understood?

Or...

Or we could trade.

Oh, yeah?

You tell me who you're working for, and you can keep him.

Yeah, well, he's no fucking use to me.

I just wanna know who got his dad to lift a file with our names on it.

And then paid you to kill him.

Oh, no. He doesn't mean that.

That's just his shtick, you know.

The old grouch with a heart of gold.

Excuse me, could you put that out?

Mind your own fucking business.

- What did you just say? - You heard me!

- Fuck off! - Hey, settle down.

- Settle down. - You sit there...

- Sorry, lady. - ...poking your fucking nose in...

Let's get him out of here.

You're the sort of person who'd fuck up someone's day.

- Come with me. - Come on, then.

Shut your fucking mouth!

- You're gonna have to come with me. - This man is touching me!

He's touching my leg! He's touching me!

Fucking pedo! And he said, "Do you wanna play hide the sausage?"

- Pervert! Pedo! - Come on. Let him go.

- You creep! You're disgusting! - Let him go.

- That man touches kids! - Pedo!

That man there, he touches kids!

- You wanna watch him! - Fucking nonce! Honestly.

Come on! Come on!

Yeah.

Remind me to kill you, you little shit.

Here.

Get this fucking kid in the car.

Nice job looking after him.

That was her job.

It's not my fault she couldn't keep her eyes off me.

You up for following him? Without being clocked?

Come on.

God.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry if I did the wrong thing.

All right? I just...

I saw you, Sid. And people were shooting, and...

and... you were shaking. All right?

You thinking you know best is really patronizing and really dangerous.

You nearly got us killed.

I got... I was just trying to help.

Well, you're not helping. You're bulldozing.

It's really fucking arrogant.

Well, you're not exactly operating at your best, are you?

Mine's better than yours.

You...

You're the one who thinks calling Taverner's a good idea.

Just piss off.

I don't know why you're not listening to me on that.

Sid, they stole your identity to use as a legend on an off-the-books hit.

Do you really think that that kinda thing happens without Taverner knowing? Do you?

Really?

I just...

You haven't seen her in so long you've forgotten

- what that woman is actually capable of. - Who says I haven't seen her?

- What? What does that mean? - Hold that.

No, no, no, what does that mean? How can you have seen her?

Because she visited me.

Yeah. In hospital.

Afterwards.

Why? To see how I was. Which is more than anyone else did.

For Christ's sake, Sid, she told us that you were dead. That...

Just because you're from some Park dynasty, and your grandfather told you

- state secrets as bedtime stories... - Don't talk about my grandfather.

...doesn't mean that you know better than the rest of us.

Maybe I am better than you, if you think calling Taverner's a good idea.

- 'Cause it's stupid. It is stupid. - Oh. Okay.

You know what? Hydrate, clean yourself up.

- I'll see you at the car. - Will do.

Will do. Thank you.

- We should go in. - It's busy.

That's the only way they can come out.

I'm getting hungry.

What happened to "no Russian"?

It's just us.

It's always just us.

I don't know how you can eat the shit they serve here.

I'm actually starting to quite like some of it.

Steak bake.

Sausage roll.

It's thinning out.

Relax.

I'll buy you a pork pie when this is all over.

I really am bursting, I'm afraid.

Well, the map says we're nearly there.

The map just took us through two hours of roadworks.

After your precious satnav stopped communicating.

Are we lost?

- No. - Yeah.

Maybe the person with the highest prescription

shouldn't be the one map-reading?

There's nothing wrong with my eyes, it's this light.

Do you want to pass it to me?

Not particularly.

Duke of Edinburgh award plus many happy holidays in the Yorkshire Dales.

And if you can't read an OS map there, believe me,

- you're up mucky river without-- - We can all read a map, Moira.

The moon rises in the east, so I think...

I think we've been heading in the wrong direction for quite some time.

- We need to turn 'round. - What's that?

- Where? - Up ahead.

See? Honestly...

And they claim the service is underfunded.

The service has something for every occasion.

Maybe this is for visiting dignitaries.

Let's see if this works.

Yes.

Where are the lights?

Oh, my goodness.

Okay, let's check it's clear.

I'll go this way.

And that, please, as well.

Thanks. How much?

That will be... 24.99.

Clear!

Clear!

...of nature's powerful majestic creatures.

No neighbors in sight.

No fucking way.

What?

- Diana Taverner. - This is her holiday home.

Mr. Lamb must have made a mistake.

He's done this on purpose because she stopped our pay.

We should trash the place.

We are not going to touch anything--

Let's start by raiding that booze cupboard of hers.

Shirley, stop! Shirley!

Okay.

You, go after him.

Excuse me?

Well. I can hardly follow him in there.

I wouldn't exactly blend in, would I?

- You know what, I could go. - Yeah? No, you fucking couldn't.

Yeah. Or we can partner up?

We can work on our legends on the way in.

I'm thinking hot couple on their first date...

No?

So, it's done?

Not quite.

I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding.

You are being paid an inordinate amount of money

to ensure that anyone with any information

about certain activities of mine does not share that information,

cannot share that information because they are fucking dead.

I grasped the brief.

But it would have been a little impractical for me

to have killed them both in a Shake Shack.

I don't get it.

It was a fucking circus act, and we lost them.

Don't sweat it. The show ain't over yet, bro.

Tuck it in your waistband, you absolute Neanderthal.

What's a Nean... Neanderthal?

- You mean, you've lost them? - What makes you think that?

I'll call you.

It may take a few days.

Time to go.

Damien Cantor. That's who he was meeting.

Oh, you're fucking kidding me.

Hello?

Hello, Diana.

Vassily? Why the back door? Why not use official channels?

This is not something you want made official.

You took Damien Cantor's money.

I own him. I own you.

You killed one of ours on Russian soil. In Kazan, yes?

- Yes? - Yes.

I want the agent responsible.

I want Sidonie Baker.

Diana?

If I do make this gesture. If.

There will be no more killings of the other agents on your list.

Sidonie Baker in full and final settlement.

And safe passage out for my agents. No tricks.

Safe passage, no tricks.

Good.

It's dark.

It's cold.

Their windows are blown.

I'd be staying in the warm till morning.

Are you FSB?

GRU.

Military?

Good pension then.

If you live that long.

I think you've got the wrong list.

That a push knife?

Yep.

Nice.

Please enter your code.

You're through to the Night Desk, how can I help?

This is Baker, Agent 4496.

Access code Lima Alpha 719.

I need to speak to Diana Taverner.

Code Indigo.

Yep?

I've got Baker 4496 on the line saying she needs to speak to you.

Code Indigo.

Well, trace the call.

Then lose it.

Please hold.

Please hold.

Are you fucking joking?

Press one for assistance. Press two--

- Night desk. How can I help? - Yeah. This is Baker, Agent 4496.

Access code Lima Alpha 719.

I need to speak to Di--

Fuck. No!

Move!

It's a strange, strange game

Strange, strange game

You don't even know my real name

It's a strange game

You got to carry the blame

In this strange, strange game

You're out on a limb Trying hard to get in

It's a strange game

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

It's a strange game

Strange, strange game

You don't even know my real name

It's a strange game